Tabby slammed her hand onto the bedside table, her hand fumbling for the switch that would stop that infernal beeping that had interrupted her sleep. Finally finding the button she forced it down. Her hands were weak, as most peoples’ hands were after just waking up. She ran her hand through her hair before embracing the early morning cold and getting up. The light switch flicked on as she pressed her hand against it; Tabby squinted at the sudden burst of light. She wandered down the corridor and into the bathroom. As like the rest of the house it was pristine. With white tiles and walls, of course with matching towels and mats, it was crisp and clean, as her mother said. The early morning sunshine was enough light already, since it bounced off all the gleaming tiles and nearly blinded anyone that walked in. Tabby pulled the cord for the shower and let the water warm her.
After 10 minutes Tabby had finished. She had pulled on a pair of lazy blue jeans and a plain, red t-shirt. This was partly to annoy her parents; they had an obsession with white and minimalism. They seemed to have a phobia of colour! Tabby ruffled her freshly dried, mid-length brown hair before walking down the stairs slowly. Like the bathroom, the rest of the house was white, although it had dots of peach and light beige colours. In total it looked less like a house, and more like a floor of a spaceship. A few paintings hung in random positions on the wall; even these added no colour to the walls. Most were watered down pictures of strange objects. Much like Tabby’s parents. They too were pristine at all times, only smart suits and ‘sensible’ clothes ever came into contact with their skin. Both office workers and both equally bland…in personality and appearance.
Tabby took as long as humanly possible on the stairs before having to face her ‘nit-picking’ parents. She feebly walked into the kitchen where both were sitting. Saying nothing as usual she wandered to the cupboards and began to rummage for something normal to eat. After a few minutes she gave up; after all the cupboard was full of the gunk that her ‘alien’ parents ate. She morally refused to site at the table with them, since they would pick some sort of fault with her from close quarters. Tabby hoisted herself up onto a counter and began to sift through her bag. As usual her parents where engrossed in an article in ‘Business Weekly’, of course too busy to notice their 14 year old daughter! After a while her father finally looked up.
“Oh…good morning dear!” He said unemotionally. The same tone he used for everything he said. Her father, Marcus Bailey, was a tall fellow. He had hardly any hair and small slits for eyes. Her mother on the other hand…was…hard to describe. Still weird but she looked like a walking, talking Barbie doll. She had bright, almost luminous yellow hair that never moved from its position on her head. She never wore the bright clothes that Tabby’s dolls wore; oh no, her mother (Stephanie Bailey) wore only the dullest of colours. Grey suits to work, grey clothes for casual. Maybe even white or black, or maybe she would go crazy and wear peach! Even her eyes were a dull grey colour; matched her personality.
After 10 minutes Tabby had finished. She had pulled on a pair of lazy blue jeans and a plain, red t-shirt. This was partly to annoy her parents; they had an obsession with white and minimalism. They seemed to have a phobia of colour! Tabby ruffled her freshly dried, mid-length brown hair before walking down the stairs slowly. Like the bathroom, the rest of the house was white, although it had dots of peach and light beige colours. In total it looked less like a house, and more like a floor of a spaceship. A few paintings hung in random positions on the wall; even these added no colour to the walls. Most were watered down pictures of strange objects. Much like Tabby’s parents. They too were pristine at all times, only smart suits and ‘sensible’ clothes ever came into contact with their skin. Both office workers and both equally bland…in personality and appearance.
Tabby took as long as humanly possible on the stairs before having to face her ‘nit-picking’ parents. She feebly walked into the kitchen where both were sitting. Saying nothing as usual she wandered to the cupboards and began to rummage for something normal to eat. After a few minutes she gave up; after all the cupboard was full of the gunk that her ‘alien’ parents ate. She morally refused to site at the table with them, since they would pick some sort of fault with her from close quarters. Tabby hoisted herself up onto a counter and began to sift through her bag. As usual her parents where engrossed in an article in ‘Business Weekly’, of course too busy to notice their 14 year old daughter! After a while her father finally looked up.
“Oh…good morning dear!” He said unemotionally. The same tone he used for everything he said. Her father, Marcus Bailey, was a tall fellow. He had hardly any hair and small slits for eyes. Her mother on the other hand…was…hard to describe. Still weird but she looked like a walking, talking Barbie doll. She had bright, almost luminous yellow hair that never moved from its position on her head. She never wore the bright clothes that Tabby’s dolls wore; oh no, her mother (Stephanie Bailey) wore only the dullest of colours. Grey suits to work, grey clothes for casual. Maybe even white or black, or maybe she would go crazy and wear peach! Even her eyes were a dull grey colour; matched her personality.
